As I daydream About what Could be I imagine That I am on a Floating Island In the sky Watching men fish For flying fish
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Sugary mellows Plump bunnies, chickens and ducks The power of peeps
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
I know this might sound sort of weird, for a kid to like this kind of snack... It's not PB&J on my face all smeared, and I'll probably get some flack.
By Shirley Belk2 years ago in Poets
Hush now, gather close, the fire's warm and low, A tale I weave, where shadows twist and secrets grow. I met a stranger on a train, eyes like stormy seas, He spoke of whispers on the wind, and carried mysteries.
By Sher singh2 years ago in Poets
In the shadows of the night, a whisper softly sings, A tale of secrets hidden deep beneath mysterious wings. Intrigue and suspense dance hand in hand,
By Just Cool2 years ago in Poets
long after the dawn breaks the chipmunk rises and it’s chirp infuriates . incessantly loud and painfully shrill warping my weary mind
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨2 years ago in Poets
The kindest souls don't deserve the torment, leave that for the people who only want to make others suffer on purpose. The hearts of kind people can only take so much,
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
I'm horrified! Yes, I really am, You see, I overfilled the bath again, I said, "It wasn't my fault!" When the phone started ringing,
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
Thanks to an appearance on a Netflix series (The name escapes me -Stranger Things perhaps?) this wonderful song from Kate Bush, experienced a tremendous renaissance in recent years.
By Aaron Waddell - The Everyday Mystic2 years ago in Poets
I Breathe with My Skin I want to take my bra off, these girls, they need to breathe. It’s not I’m anti-social, just many make me sneeze.
By KJ Aartila2 years ago in Poets
I am a Senior in High-School.🎓 I absolutely adore animals!🐶 I love being in nature.🏝️ I am an amazing artist! I draw for fun.✍️
By Lila Jane2 years ago in Poets
I stumble out of the pub - trying to hail a cab on a foggy as soup night A heavy blanket of alcohol- soothes the ceaseless, monkey chatter in my brain
By Bonnie Bowerman2 years ago in Poets
